My Very First Time - Part 2

Vatsa,

Well, that is certainly encouragement to continue!

We grabbed the whiskey, the shot glasses and our discarded clothes and took off for the guest bedroom that Doug stayed in when he came to visit his Dad.

As soon as we got to the bedroom, I became immediately self-conscious about my lack of clothes. I was holding my arms over my breasts and feeling very awkward, and Doug was really sweet about it. He was shutting and locking the door to the room, and when he turned around and saw me standing, my arms nervously crossed over my breasts, he came towards me and gave me a wonderfully tender kiss, his hands drawing my arms away from body, wrapping them around his waist.

We stood there kissing for a while, my tongue running all over his tongue piercing, his hands gently cupping my breasts. He broke the kiss to suck and nibble my earlobe, whispering to me that he wanted to see me naked and that I was beautiful and shouldn't be nervous. Although we didn't move immediately, he kept kissing and sucking my neck and I was moaning, running my hands up and down his back.

When he finally pulled away, he gave me one last kiss and told me to stay still, and to not be nervous. He moved so that he was standing about a foot in front of me, and his hands went to the back of my waist and he began lowering the zipper on my mini-skirt and it settle to the floor. I instantly reacted, moving my arms to cover myself and gave me another kiss, took my arms in his hand, placed my hands on his waist and just... looked at me. Standing there in my black satin underwear and my black high-heels.

I would have died with embarrassment if hadn't been telling me how gorgeous I was and how incredible my body was from all of the dancing. He slowly moved his hands from around my hips, up the sides of my body, back towards my breasts, his fingers dancing lightly across my breasts then up and over my shoulders, into my hair. It went on like that for what seemed like ages--his hands traveling from my hair, down my breasts, over my stomach, across my waist, his fingers delving underneath my satin panties, caressing down my thighs... and then back up again.

After a while, I started feeling a bit restless and started to pull at the waistband of his jeans. He laughed and instantly began to unfasten them and he shoved them off. He was wearing tight boxer-briefs and his erect cock seemed absolutely huge. Incredibly wide, with a ring pierced through it's head. Even though I could only see the outline of it pressing against the material of his underwear.

Looking at it made me get all wet, again, and I remember just staring at his cock, pressing against his underwear. It jumped every once in a while and I remember jumping a bit each time and his soft laugh in my hair... he was kissing my neck, telling me that he loved the look in my eyes as I stared at his cock.

He asked me if I wanted to see it... I pretty sure I nodded yes, I know I was too nervous to say anything, and he asked me if I wanted to touch it and I could feel my pale skin burning bright red as my entire body blushed with nervousness but I nodded yes... I really, really wanted to touch it.

He gave another laugh and told me to sit down on the end of the bed. I did so nervously, still wearing my black satin panties and my heels, and he stood between my spread legs and began to slowly push his underwear down. But he stopped after only a few seconds and told me that I should finish the job and wow, my heart is pounding now the way it was pounding then. Like it's going to jump out of my chest. My hands were even shaking a bit, I was so nervous, but I slowly pushed his underwear down his legs, not even really looking at his cock yet, just enjoying the feel of his strong, muscular legs under my hands.

As he kicked off his underwear, I slowly ran my hands back up his legs, my eyes following my hands because I knew his cock was right there, in front of my face, and as soon as I raised my eyes, it would be all I would see... so I concentrated on his legs for a few minutes while I gathered up my courage.

My fingers were barely brushing his skin, drifting up his thighs and finally I looked at his erect cock, which was right in front of my face, and it jumped a bit when my eyes finally landed on it and he gave another soft laugh. I must have stared at it for a few minutes because he very softly told me to go ahead and touch him... and so I did. His cock was incredibly thick--I couldn't wrap my fingers completely around it (I think that would make it almost 4" wide) but not very tall (less than 5", as I recall) and, as I said, he had a circle piercing through it's head.

His cock was heavy in my hand and I was surprised that I couldn't completely wrap my fingers around it. I delicately ran my fingers all over his cock--feeling the faint ridges of his veins, the soft, suede texture of his skin, the full mushroom-headed tip. The more I touched it, the harder it got, until it felt like solid steel in my hand. He urged me wrap my entire hand around it and move it up and down, since I had no idea what I was doing, and I did as he asked and was surprised by the feeling of his skin moving with my hand I drew my hand up and down his cock.

I looked up at him after a while and started blushing when I saw that he was watching me stroke and stare at his cock. His eyes were focused intensely on me but they also seemed a bit cloudy, full of arousal and desire and that made me even more nervous, so I went back to staring at his cock. His hips started to rock a bit, telling me with his body how to get into a rhythm with my hand. He softly told me to cup his balls with my other hand and I did, amazed by how heavy they were, and he told me to be gentle with his balls to to play with them, like I was playing with his cock because it felt good and he liked it.

So, we went on like that for a while, my hand caressing his cock, my fingers running all over it, tracing it's head. My other hand cupping his balls, my fingers caressing them gently. Doug was groaning slightly, his hips gently rocking as I pumped my hand up and down his cock.

I looked back up at him and he was still watching me working his cock but his eyes were half-closed and definitely clouded by raging desire and something in me wanted to fire him up even more, so I leaned towards his cock and gave it a tentative lick.

"Oh god, yes, please," he moaned. His hands settled gently on my head, his fingers threading through my hair as I leaned in again and began licking his cock. Just little flicks of my tongue because I had no idea what I was doing--I would run my tongue up his cock and then swirl it around his fat mushroom-head, snagging my tongue on his cock ring, then I would run my tongue back down his cock and swirl it around the base.

Since it had the ring on the tip, I wasn't bold enough yet to take it into my mouth, so I kept running my tongue all over it--up and down, swirling it around, occasionally pulling back to pump him up and down with my hand, while my other hand played with his balls.

It went on like this for a while until he stopped me, told me that I was amazing, incredible, would obviously give a great blow job one day but that if I kept going, he would be cumming and he didn't want to cum yet. So he told me to stand up, turn around, lean over the bed, bracing myself with my hands and since I'd always had submissive fantasies, I was nervous but more than glad to follow his orders. As soon as I'd turned around and bent over, he started pulling my panties down my legs, pulling them free completely and tossing them aside. He told me to spread my legs and that he just had to taste me again...

I'm getting myself all turned on again. Since that was another really long email, I shall pause for the next few minutes before writing you the next installment. As an incentive from the next installment--I'm dying to know if it's turning you on as much as it is me.

Camella.